After asking Suvar to go back to his room to rest under the pretext of "Since he will be busy fighting monsters from tomorrow, it is better to recharge his energy today", Frick suddenly fell down on the bed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although the tea brewed by the yellow flower grass relieved the headache symptoms caused by the excessive consumption of mana, there was no way to restore the energy that was almost exhausted to normal. Almost as soon as he touched the bed, his consciousness was completely enveloped by a darkness as gentle as warm water.

He didn't know how long it took, but he noticed that the deep darkness in front of him suddenly changed, as if fuel was gradually dissolving in clear water. At the end of the horizon, the outlines of forests and mountains emerge from the fading gray mist, and many other subtle objects that are so ambiguous that they are difficult to identify.

Gradually, the emptiness of the "body" became clearer as he became conscious, and he was able to carefully observe the scenery unfolding in front of him. A little closer, a forest shrouded in gray fog with a life-like feel - farther away only the outlines of indistinguishable mountains remain.

It is said that sorcerers often use a spell called "dreaming" to observe unreal worlds, trying to obtain certain secret knowledge through unconventional means. As a scrivener, Frick felt that he had not had a lot of experience in dreaming, although it had nothing to do with his own will.

"Are you dreaming again...... What the hell has happened lately?"

Even though his mind was exhausted, Frick's consciousness was not yet blurry enough to tell whether what was unfolding before him was real or a dream. However, this scene did not exist in Frick's memory, and he could not understand the meaning of the dream.

If the scene of the separation from his father in the dream was just a reliving of the past, then does the unknown scene that is now unfolding in front of him mean that he is groping for the future? If this "delusion" is unfortunately hit, Flick may also be troubled by his unwitting awakening of strange abilities.

He had read in some books on prophetic spells, and there was a section of the sorcerer school that claimed that the dreams he occasionally had were called "prophetic dreams" and were a rare talent. But no matter what they think, Frick still feels that it is too unrealistic to seek a future in an ethereal dream.

But even as the master of the dream, Frick couldn't immediately return to reality through his own powers—something he had tried many times in the past. Even if you pull your cheeks hard, it will have no effect other than to make your body feel pain.

This dream showed Frick a gray world he had never seen before, and everything around him was shrouded in thick layers of fog. There was not the slightest breath of life around him, only towering trees looming behind the walls of fog.

Where is this? Flick searched his memory, but could not find the slightest place that resembled this place. Not only that, but he couldn't remember any similar descriptions of the environment in the books he had read, and he could basically deny that the images he had imagined through intelligence.

He walked through the gray forest as he observed the scenery around him, and although he knew that it was a dream, the subtle realism of the picture still made him uncomfortable. Unable to make out his bearings and without a fixed goal, he soon found himself lost in his path.

He subconsciously looked up, the gray fog even obscured the sky, even if he wanted to use the position of the stars to determine the direction. Through the gray mist, Frick could only see some kind of large, black object slowly swimming overhead.

To be honest, just looking through the clouds to see the outlines, he had a hard time telling if the huge objects were creatures or something else. But he soon gave up thinking about the pointless question, which was nothing more than a dream after all, and it would not be strange if some supernatural creature appeared.

They resemble ancient snakes living in the primordial sea, with several wing-like appendages attached to their bodies, swimming the sky as if it were seawater. Treating the sky as an ancient serpent swimming in the sea—this kind of words to Akuli would probably only be met with a gentle look in return.

It is said that the "dreaming" spell cast by a sorcerer can manipulate his consciousness to travel to different times or places, but Frick doesn't even know why he dreamed about it, let alone determine the time and place. I don't know why I came here, and I can't leave freely, and now Frick's state is not so much that he has entered the dream realm, but that he is bound by this dream.

Being trapped in a dream is certainly not a condition that the mages who frequently "dream" in the hope of getting a glimpse of the future would be happy to see. But Flick, who did not go deep into the dream realm with his own strength, had no way to return to reality except to wander aimlessly in the dream realm.

In desperation, he had no choice but to reach out and touch the clothes on his body, wanting to take out a piece of paper from it as a catalyst for the illusion book and show him the way ahead. Unsurprisingly, however, he found nothing, and although the clothes on his body were the same as those he wore before bed, the contents of his pockets were nowhere to be found.

Frick felt that this dream was so strange, what was he going to do with him in a state of nothing? The blank paper on which the scribe used to cast the illusion book, the long dagger he used for self-defense, and even other small objects were gone, except for the pendant left by his father still radiating a silver glimmer on his chest,

There is no way to call this forest a road, and you can only rely on the big trees to judge the direction of progress. The white grass that grew to Frick's knees swayed with the flow of air, and the white completely submerged the ground, as if even wild beasts did not exist in the forest.

Walking in such an ethereal wood, everything around him was so unpredictable that he felt like his cognition was paralyzing. Whenever your hands and feet touch the weeds around you, you can feel the real touch, but your body feels like a ghost and doesn't feel the weight.

Even if he tried to unleash his magic to explore, he was not familiar with the dream world, and it was difficult for him to determine what it was that his magic captured. Those reactions that have been judged by past experience to be absolutely not living creatures may also turn into ghasts in the darkness to spy on the traces of the living in the shadows.

Continuing to target the next big tree, Flick walked forward, the unchanging gray scene almost making people think he was wandering in place. In the monotonous and unchanging environment, there was not the slightest sound, but in the lifeless silence it aroused a strange uneasiness.

However, it didn't take long for the frozen dead silence to be broken, and from time to time there was an indistinguishable chant from far away, as if to guide Frick to the other side. He listened intently, trying to discern what the chant was saying, but all he could catch was the broken words.

The closer he got to the direction where the chanting came from, the fog in front of him began to dissipate, and the view became clearer in his vision. It was only then that Frick noticed that he was strolling through a corner of the hills, surrounded by white grass and giant trees that framed a scene far from the world.

The chanting from far away called to Frick like a moth lamp, and even if he was reluctant to go, there seemed to be no way to command his body to stop. More than once, his common sense was far away from the direction from which the chant came, but in the end it only brought him closer and closer to the source of the sound.

So, after an unknown amount of time, Frick finally came to the place where the chant came from - a ruin in the middle of the forest. Crumbling houses and crumbling walls, as well as grassy fields, are clearly a village that has been abandoned for many years.

"The gray bird descended on the withered tree and showed its singing voice to the fool.

Black stones were thrown at the gray bird, leaving twenty-three twisted feathers.

The fool picks up the feathers, but gives them to the viper,

Ten for blood-stained fields, and thirteen for poisonous wheat and beans.

The fool sowed the wheat and the beans in a field of blood, and a crooked crop grew.

Swallowing the crops that grow out of the flesh, the fool lives spring after winter.

Have mercy on the foolish fools, have mercy on them. ”

In a small clearing in the middle of the abandoned village, a tall, thin figure covered in black rags leaned weakly on a cane, chanting strange songs. The song of unknown meaning seems ancient and vicissitudes, while the voice of the chanter's déjà vu gives Frick an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

He felt a slight sense of intimacy, but he couldn't understand the meaning of the strange ballad—it was some kind of code word, or a dumb riddle prophecy. It's more likely that it wasn't the language he understood, but was misinterpreted by him as a strange meaning.

Frick cautiously approached the bard, trying to hear more closely what he was singing. But the other party apparently did not notice him, and kept repeating the strange ballad in the decaying voice that seemed to come from the graveyard. It was only now that Frick realized that the chanter was not leaning against the cane, but was tightly bound by the chains that extended from it.

The pitch-black chains had a thorny appearance, coiling upwards from the end of the black cane to the decaying arms of the chantrer. Deep black spikes pierced his flesh effortlessly, and the pitch-black liquid that dripped from it had a texture that was very different from that of human blood.

What kind of creature was he, what was the meaning of the song he chanted, and why did he appear in his dreams, there were so many questions that wanted to come out of Frick's mouth - and beyond that, he had an even more important question, which was what was this dream?

But as he continued to get closer, the fog around him became thick again, and even the collapsed houses in front of him became less real. In the thick fog, the voice of the chant faded away, and only a sigh was left at the moment when the once-continuous vicissitudes of the tune vanished.

- And the phrase "Have mercy on them."